Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed in them.
Henry David Thoreau
American author & philosopher (1817 - 1862)

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Day 22, Saturday- Overheard...

Things at the time sink keep progressing, and with so much prep work finished, results are coming a little faster now.

The wife painted the boy’s room (blue) and her legs, and I worked on tile.While working on the small tiles near the threshold, I mentioned that it was good that I knew how to “back-butter.”

“What’s ‘back-buttering?’” She asked.

“Oh- it’s a form of foreplay in TillamookCounty”

was my quick reply.

“Ew- really?”

"Kind of sounds like it might be, doesn't it?"

"Uh, sadly, yes," she answered.

I smiled. “No, foreplay in TillamookCounty is limited to ‘yer a purdy cow...’”I looked at her, and encouraged by her wide grin, I continued.“Now, in Clatskanie, foreplay is the old, yet reliable, ‘git in the truck, woman.’”

We also had more visitors, but they didn’t bring Bowpicker, so, while we really enjoyed their visit, they shall remain unnamed. I sure hope they wiped their feet before they went back into their own home.